Category: Really Bad Poetry
The singing stones greeted me like an old friend I looked for them every day As I knew they looked for me Their steadiness soothed me Helped me Calmed me Every time I heard the Singing stones I was fortified My strength returned My eyes opened I was home
The water was calling my name. Brilliant, vast and scary It called and I screamed Water knew my name, but I just wanted to forget our relationship. Forget we ever met. But I was blinded By ambition By mercy By fear.
Thousands of little words Open to me as I sit In silence, enraptured By the beauty of my spirit The expanse of my learning The places I can go Just by learning the words How they go together Rest together Adventure awaits Full of hope and resilience
I watched the flowers bloom right before my eyes. I was green with envy but not as beautiful as their stems. I wanted to love them. Their beauty enraged me just as it betrayed my heart. I wanted you to love me just as much as you loved them.
He always told me courage Was the best trait to have Courage to go Courage to try Courage to start over I never understood why he left Why he backed out Why he got so scared Maybe it was courage To say he was scared Maybe it took courage To leave. He took his courage …
They floated above me Finding peace in the wind That I longed to feel They moved at their own pace While I ran with others I longed for their freedom Their compassion Their release.
The fresh air calls me Calls me back to my childhood My youth My freedom The fresh air sings of change Of a lost life Of better days Dreams I had forgotten and my Voice started to come back. I knew where to go and the Woods knew how to get me there
Rise and Shine
He said early morning Was the best He said I would like it too Eventually. Slowly. I wanted to be like them But if I did I would have to spend more time With him.
Reason and Proof
I knew you were beyond reason That you didn’t need proof To tell me about my mistakes and misdeeds That my life was wrong My desires were wrong No warning No proof Only hate And jealousy
The pie was delicious It was her love language She put her heart and soul Into every pie she made I could see it I could feel it And I knew it wasn’t for me